I have been a resident of Gainesville, GA for two whole entire weeks. That's 14 days, 1/2 a month, 1/26 of a year.
I have a bit of a routine now. Monday through Thursday I go to work. Come home hang with the roomies. Go to bed. And repeat. Fridays I use to fundraise. Making phone calls to, Skyping with, and emailing my supporters and potential supporters. I like that there is routine. I like having some semblance of structure in my life.
But, if I can be honest with you all for just a few, it is still so hard. I'm still the new girl. I'm still trying to get used to not being able to kiss my family goodnight every night. I'm still working on getting a handle on not being able to see my besties whenever I want. I'm still finding my way around town, getting used to higher gas prices up here. Everyday there is something new, and it sucks, pardon my French.
I don't doubt that this is where God wants me. And I wasn't naive enough to think it was going to be super easy. But, I did underestimate just how hard this transition was going to be. Everyday I tell myself, "I just wanna go home." And then I hear that still small voice saying, "You are home for now and it's going to get better." It is real hard to listen to that voice and believe it, because of the pain I feel. But if I have nothing but what the Lord Almighty says then I still have it all.
I promise I'll make my next post a little more happy. But, this is where I am right now.
Thank you all for your prayers and support during this time of transition and heartache.
Holding onto this truth at the moment—> "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Philippians 4:13
